June 8, 2011
My fist clenches with a menacing curl,
the bloodthirsty emotions in my head are awhirl.
A streak of red blurs across my sight,
a spurt of blood in a furious fight.
My mind goes into offensive mode,
my words the enemy’s flesh will corrode
in a fabulous flight of daggers and swords,
pity the cowering victim of my words!
They spew from the massive volcano’s mouth,
quite the antonym of uncouth,
striking each time with violence and precision,
leaving the defendant with an easy decision—
flee from this display of raw, unchecked power
or write in pain the rest of the hour?

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